Soft Whispers

He spoke softly of love
wonders of our first intimate touch
of heated lips yearning long supressed desires.
Together we would wander
untrodden destinies
paths to shared future.
Heart pounding as his voice faded
nothing but soughing winds
of depondency.
Crying to the gods in my need
I taste his kisses on warrm breezes
cooling on chilled evening air,
hear his soft lullaby hazy on crest of pounding breakers.
Stir past embers in my pathetic
desire to recall his face lost in the
shimmer of yesterdays dreams.